The counselor does their job and nothing else.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2116886 on 03-13-16 - 10:11am

Much to Erica's amazement, the counselor flashed an expression of surprise, and then went back to smiling. "Hi there, here to register?"

As Erica approached the counter, she was taken aback by the normalcy of the reaction. "Um... Yes." Erica said as she gathered her wits and took another step forward. The camp counselor, a boy only a couple of years older than Erica, brought out a ledger and some paperwork before instructing Erica on how to complete the registration. He took the occasional peek at Erica's bare breasts and pointed nipples, but nothing too egregious.

"So how'd you hear about it?" The counselor asked, this time his eyes were aimed at Erica's face.

"It?" Erica asked, not quite following.

"You know," the counselor replied, lowering his gaze to Erica's breasts for a second. "The Nudist Rule."

And that's when it hit Erica, that must have been what Lisa was planning all along. She must have heard of the Nudist Rule before coming to the camp, and was going to use it to have fun at Erica's expense.

"Um... From a friend," Erica meekly replied. It was a stretch to consider Lisa a friend, but there was no way she could tell the truth. She felt herself grow more self-conscious, despite it, apparently, being perfectly fine to stand there completely naked.

"I see, well, make sure you take care of yourself. Being naked is fine, but we aren't liable for anything that goes beyond that." The counselor gave Erica one final warning before finalizing the registration.

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